The Mighty Hunter

Baxter is very pleased with himself tonight. He proved he can hunt today. Provided, of course, that the quarry is a squirrel--a dead one. A couple years ago while walking through East Lawn Cemetary here in Springfield, Baxter came prancing toward my wife and I with something in his mouth. He was high-stepping, very proud of himself. It was the dead of winter, rather cold, with a dusting of snow on the ground. Our beagle-who-can't-hunt was bringing us a frozen, dead squirrel.

Today, while again walking in East Lawn Cemetary, Baxter found another dead squirrel. This one wasn't frozen, and Baxter wanted to carry it for a while. Who says this dog don't hunt?

Of course, we're curious as to why there are so many dead squirrels in East Lawn Cemetary. I know people are dying to get in, but squirrels?